As has often been of late, huge banks of mist were rolling in across the foothills, and I didn’t hold out much hope of any light at all by the time I got to the beach, half an hour away.
As I strode briskly past the edge of the forest, a red glow was apparent beyond the dunes, so my hopes improved. I dropped down a narrow sandy path and onto the pebbles at the back of the beach, where the most beautiful sunset could be seen reflecting in the waters of the wide bay, The thick mist meant the whole sun-ball was clear and easy to see, and made for a simple, gorgeous cliché - but I couldn’t resist. This isn’t art, it’s just nature’s natural beauty.